Spelunking

I am free

I trust easily, lead with vulnerability

The decision I make to be me.

Her absolute faith in God gave her absolute faith in herself, you see –

They lusted her effortless confidence

like moth to a flame

like a wild fawn to lame

buckshot spoiled just for a taste.

Their haste inspired a new rhyme

Emotions, Body, Mind

We own them

Creation’s gift, dare not waste it.

Nature moves me,

Light runs through me,

Spirit erupting,

Hear that rumbling?

the hushhh

of a mind no longer framed,

a body no longer shamed,

emotions running wild

and tame

That is to say,

not dangerous,

gentle,

disciplined,

domesticated,

finally not frightened of humans.

She was one with the cage

contained

Believed that inner voice as The One.

But now

her posture is great

she’s dancing again

Body Movin’, Sunshine Groovin’, top of the roller coaster, provin’.

Choosin’ the misfit within them

weirdness that brings depth to a luxurious mental,

a soul full of unity

2 hearts fulla sleeves

A sentimental being, seeing the irony of an hourglass -

sand sifting through itself, just in female form

We all are one.

Ever-evolving mechanisms

Replaying perceptions of personal histories.

Anyone else get transported in a moment when

the music’s in the feels?

I recently saw someone say something like,

The music of our adolescence creates spaces in our memory.

A place to return to in perpetuity

A place where you feel safe.

“Kristen’s Station” is poppin’ off

Genres all over the place

bringing Spirit to a humdrum dum dum

moment when I’ve fallen too deep into outer space.

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